The Griever Girl

Introduction

Images. Nothing, but images. All zipping past my brain, and into someone's hand. My memories.

"Th-..M-ze..g- ....-to..the ..-ze De--de ..t-...Grievers"

What was that? That was not clear in any way. 'Cept, that last part... "Grievers". Grievers? The hell is a griever? I mean, it definitely sounds familiar, very. But I just can't grasp it. It's apart of my memories, but what exactly?

As if on cue, I felt a drop, then a cold, flat, metallic surface. I can feel it. I can feel myself awake but not fully awake. Am I still in a trance? A trance in my thoughts? My empty thoughts?

Suddenly, a huge "bump" shakes the surface and makes my body jump into midair, then flop to the metallic floor. I fall with a "thump".

"Aw fu-".. I fell on top of my left arm. And now it feels like blistering currents are rippling through out my arm's structure. "God..." I spat.

I carefully tried to at least stand up, and lay against the wall of this box.. Box? I immediately fall again, and land on top of my left arm. " Dammit!" I screamed in pain.
I definitely must have broken a bone by now.

I ignore my injury and travel back to my thoughts. How am I in a box? Why is it dark in here? Why are there bumps in this box? How long have I been here? Then realization hits me, the box is moving. And it's moving upward. Where is it taking me?

I cling to my injured arm and tried to calm myself from the oncoming panic attack. My heart rate is racing, and my lungs feel as if they are going to explode due to my fast and short takes of breath. I finally let out a scream.

"GET ME OUT OF HERE!" I scream as I try to thrash around, but end up too exhausted to even move. My stomach has a dark burning feeling to it. As if my core is generating it. My heart race hasn't calmed down. And I feel wet tears stream down one of my eyes as I bite my lip from quivering. Now the taste of something metallic is seething into my mouth. My blood.
"Oh god.." I manage to choke out from my quiet sobs...

" The Maze (Y/N). Go into the maze...Decide for the Grievers."

I go silent.... I repeat those phrases again. Then again. (Y/N). I'm (Y/N).. But what maze? Decide what exactly? What are Grievers? Where are they ?
I immediately wiped away my tears and sucked at my lip to stop it from unleashing more blood. That probably didn't help me, but I at least needed the blood to pause for a minute or two.

I carefully got up and leaned against the wall of this small box. The gentle hum and scrapes fill the air. Where am I seriously going? I feel the box going faster. You can even hear it picking up the pace.
Then, it all stopped. A fast brake that sent me falling on, not my arm thankfully, but on my butt. Sure, it stung a little, but I got up again, waiting for what's next.

I hear shuffling, and voices. Both rapidly. Whoever is talking, they're clearly bewildered by it. I wouldn't blame them. A box carrying a girl with it? ..
I wonder where they are standing now. What is it on the other side? I keep on clinging to my injured arm and left my bloody lip alone.

All at once, a piercing light shines upon me ,which causes me to take a few steps back and growl at it quietly. Soon enough, I focus my vision back and now could see my surroundings. The metallic box, with a few crates in it.... And then, a full perimeter filled with nothing, but boys. All ranging in appearances and ages. All clearly confused and seem a bit frightened. There seems to be no girl insight.

"Where the hell am I ?" I asked out loud. I see a few boys turn around , shuffle farther away, and a few quietly talking. I only hear a few catcalls, in which I snarled at. Everything went silent again.